Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MC5. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.